No offense to Zen but I prefer Yoosung singing me a lullaby~
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[new chatroom] I made a mistake
~Jumin Han entered the chatroom~
~707 entered the chatroom~
~Jaehee entered the chatroom~
Jumin: Hm..
Jumin: I know who made this chatroom. With the need of it I guess I should bring up the question: What did our little 'angel' do?
707: Oh~
707: OHOHOHOHOHO~
707: Did you do the do~?
Jaehee: Our innocent Y/N would never.
Y/N: Seven you were right. Uh.... I accidentally did the do with... Hyu.....
~Jaehee left the chatroom~
Y/N: It was on accident! The last thing I remember was drinking soda with Zen and him putting something in my drink. He said it was a 'elixir' that makes you feel weird. Said he drank it a lot. I'm assuming it was alcohol.
Jumin: What are you doing right now?
Y/N: I'm on the phone typing. Zens right behind me.. He won't let me go because he's asleep and he's so strong!
Y/N: SHIT!!
~Y/N left the chatroom~
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I held my breath as his arms tightened around me, him nuzzling his head into the crook of my neck. There was something about this scenario that made my mind cloud with thoughts of how I'd most likely get pregnant and if he'd even pay child support. He'd leave me as soon as the baby was born. That's at least what I thought. There was no point in trying to escape so I turned my body so that I were facing him. Hot damn that was the worst mistake in my life.
Zen was staring at me. Half lidded read eyes and his bangs all over the place. The rim of his nose was clouding with a blush still showing he was still drunk. Not a lot but just enough to not be able to walk. At that moment I felt a pang of pain sear through my brain. "Morning, princess~" Zen cooed, unraveling his hands from around my waist and pressing a kiss to my forehead. For such a narcissist he was so cuddly and sweet. It was as if he loved me? That couldn't be it.. he was Hyu Ryun A.K.A. Zen the sexiest beast in Korea.
Outside of the building, cars blared their horns as loud as they possibly could within incoming traffic. It seemed that way with the two of us having to be in the apartments basement. Why couldn't he have handled being on the top floor like a certain cat loving enthusiast with black hair and the (NAME DOES JUMIN HAN IS GAY-) name Jumin Han. From the curtains on the wall, I noticed a faint sign of light peaking through the horizon of the great city (Does South Korea even have a city?) I hadn't realized Zen was already up, pulling up his boxer. Damn son~ Where'd you get that body? I thought, so tempted to whack his ass when suddenly it hit me: I was still a tiny bit tipsy.
"So Zen... I'm going to head back home.. you know since this whole this was obviously a mistake and neither of us probably have no feelings for each other. I won't force you to pay child support if I do end up getting pregnant." I spoke, courage still spiking above my normal leave. I expected him to be nonchalant about it, him not caring as he would check his reflection over and over. The reaction I got ended up being the one I didn't want.
Zen's expression was unreadable. His eyes were slightly wide, his mouth agape only slightly and his hands were stuck in the position they were before, to his side and the other holding my shirt. He seemed to be aware as his whole entire body reacted in its own. There was a sign of panic behind his eyes. His hands holding mine tightly. "Huh what?! That's not what I want! Don't you remember last night?! I gave you a tiny sample of alcohol.. after I confessed to you, offering to make a family-yes it seems cheesy- and you insisted that you wouldn't answer unless you were drunk so I gave you it... after that you... I... I guess we both just threw ourselves into one another and..." he trailed off, brushing a strand of hair out of my face. "I do care for you.."
It seemed as if all color drained from my face all at once. The only thing I managed to say was "Oh." As I took the shirt he was holding and put it on.
After I finished got dressed I noticed that Zen was long gone- from the room I mean. Basically the scent of food was surrounding the whole entire room so I figured he was making breakfast. What it smelled like was pancakes and eggs. How could it break that t down to him that it was just the heat of the moment. Or was it? As I headed down the hall, I noted on the lack of family portraits but off the countless pictures of himself and a few other girls I've never seen before. There Zen was though, in the kitchen, flipping a pancake over. As he was about to flip over another one I stroked his ponytail on instinct. It looked so shiny until he misjudged the flip of the pancake and it landed on his head making my mouth gape slightly.
"Zen..'' I say, awkwardly trying to reduce the tension. There was a sign of his ears perking up at the sound of his name. "Paparazzi will find out, your reputation will be ruined, and you'll have a thousand fangirls on your tail.. that's why I think it'll be best if-"
"So what if they find out? Will it make a difference. I mean it would be one thing if I didn't love you but I do.. I really do.. am I'm ready to take the step if having a family with you since we've known each other for so long.. even though I'm just mentioning it now-" Zen was cut off by me poking the center of his forehead. His eyes sparkled over with hope as I toke his free hand and placed a kiss to the top of it. The answer was shown as I shook my head in agreement.
"Forever.. and Always."
